Her First Snow

Night

She was asleep. She was warm.  Somehow I couldn’t stand it. I knew I’d made everyone else interested in me…but I was into her. I wanted to wake her up, to let her know that I’ve come – finally. I know she can’t avoid me now. It’s her first time. She’s bound to be excited.

Someone wake her up!

Why can’t the wind make her window pane rattle? I’d love to see the expression on her face when she first sees me. Would she be happy? After all, she’s never seen me before. Or would she be sad knowing that I wouldn’t leave her now?

She makes me feel special. I know she had been waiting for me. I know she had always wanted to see me. I even knew what was in her mind when she told her friends that she was scared of me. She did crave for me. I could see it in her eyes. I could see them open wide with excitement at my mere mention. She made me interested in her…and now she’s asleep when I’ve come. I know she can’t avoid me now. It’s her first time. She’s bound to be excited.

Day

I waited for her all night. I wanted to see her shout out in wonder. I couldn’t go without meeting her now. I was all over the morning coffee talks. Everyone had been talking of me since last night. Some expressed joy, some grimace. I knew I couldn’t be popular everywhere. I knew not many could actually recognize my white beauty, the way even diamonds seem ordinary in front of me. The aura around me that seems to illuminate the world as I arrive. My soft touch that although lasts only a second, gives the experience of a lifetime. Children adore me. Even nature bends before me in respect and admiration. All I want is for her to wake up. I know she can’t avoid me now. It’s her first time. She’s bound to be excited.

Noon

Finally! I see her hands prod around the bed for her phone. How I wish those gentle hands to hold me. How I wish I could remove her from that warm blanket of hers and take her out with me. How I wish she would be a little more faster to open the curtains and check out my surprise. Why does it take her an eternity to notice the light that I’ve spread around? Why does it take her such a long time to notice the window to exceptionally white? Why does she not exclaim in wonder? Why does she have to walk with her head down? I see her go out and lock the door. I’ll follow her to the entrance. I wish these blinds along the hall ways were open.  Can I somehow try and open them…

Clang! She’s stopped. She’s dropped her keys. Oh! She looks straight at me through the door, her mouth open in surprise. There is a strange twinkle in her eyes. She blinks. Stares. Smiles.

I know she can’t avoid me now. It’s her first time. She’s excited.